The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-20 04:16:49 -

The dream was not of fire, but of ice. A thick, white frost crept across the glass of the window pane, eating the light. Elias sat in his chair, his hands folded in his lap. He was still in the dream. He could feel the cold seeping through the wool of his trousers. It was a chill that did not come from the air, but from within his bones. He woke with a gasp. The room was warm. The radiator...

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